Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halo 4, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2014
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Halo 4 |
Dawn |
An ancient evil awakens |
The galaxy’s here for the takin' |
We need more than police and a spaceship |
To cease the Prometheans claimin' it (Yeah) |
These evil assailants |
Are leavin' the deepest abrasions |
Without delimitations |
Now Master Chief has been catching Z’s |
Since he last was seen on these screens |
Now he’s back and eager |
To blast a piece |
At the catastrophe that he sees |
We |
Thought the Forerunners had all done a runner |
But the Covenant are currently ballin' like none other |
Bummer |
But somethin' doesn’t add up there’s another species and |
They’re bringin' beastly guns |
The scattershot’ll splat a lot of meaty chunks |
So you better be backing off from the Prometheans, son |
Far more than a Martian war |
This calls for the Spartan-IV |
No other corps is coming half as raw |
Or packing such a frackin' massive arsenal |
Cortana calls, who’s she askin' for? |
It’s the MC MC styles galore |
In a time of war |
I’m the one-man remedy and I am called John-117 |
Back bigger than ever quicker and cleverer |
Getting rid of the mess as if I’m an enema |
I am bigger than Machinima |
Or an IMAX image in a cinema |
Though my enemies take no prisoners |
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger |
Look, you prat these are just the facts |
Me, I’m risin' skyward, thruster pack |
And I’m rhymin; |
tight never cut you slack |
Your head’s just another nut to crack |
And when it comes to nuts |
I stuffed a sack with cojones galore |
Enough to catch me a trophy of war, Custer’s hat, so if you need a battle rap |
This is just the track |
Brap |
Lyrically killin' the audience |
As if I’m bringin' an Infinity ordnance |
Then I rewind the track, respawn the chumps just to remind the fact Chief’s |
awesomeness |
I brought dreadful news |
You’re shot to bits |
Dead, you lose |
Lost, adrift |
Reds and Blues not Bloods and Crips |
So I hopped in my Warthog and crushed your whip |
Pushed a clip into my rifle |
Givin' you an eyeful of ammunition damagin' your vision man, I’m spiteful! |
The rightful heir to the UNSC, I declare I’m too sexy! |
When I say «Ho"you say «Yes, chief?» |
I put the «I"in «chef"and I’m prepping up a recipe |
Forget Reach, leave ODST |
And go Forward unto Dawn you get me? |
I should compose me a requiem theme |
Nobody’d forget me then, we’ve |
Re-entered the end of the rainbow, storm warning! |
Tornado |
So you better lay low because I say so |
And wait for the payload, Halo! |
Pay no dividends, take no prisoners |
No matter how cray things go no giving up |
I am bigger than Machinima |
Or an IMAX image in a cinema |
Though my enemies take no prisoners |
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger |
If you’re an alien or a being upon Earth |
I’ll battle you on any beat and leave you looking worse |
If you’re rapping to Infinity |
I’ll even push it further |
(This first verse is a precursor) |